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Rules of Payne Sneak Peek & GIVEAWAY!

​I don’t know if you noticed but a few weeks ago I whittled down my book library by un-publishing the entire Cake Love series (except for The Payne In The Blog, because it’s free and also the blog posts that started the series are on here). That’s because I spent last year rewriting Rules of Payne to make it a standalone.AMAZONNOOKiTUNESKOBOGOODREADSMy love for my first romantic comedy made me want to give readers the book I always wanted. Due to personal and financial constraints I had to split the book into two back in 2015. That never sat well with me so last year I decided to do something about it. I set about to rewrite it and make it a standalone.

Now it has over 26,000 more words and 8 additional chapters plus a prologue. I am super proud in how it turned out and can’t wait to share it with you!
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I’m so excited I have a giveaway (open to international) going to get a paperback ARC into your hands! Check it out below.
​Rules of Payne
book 1 in Cake Love series
Steamy Romantic Comedy
Releases March 27, 2017
Book Description:

Rules Were Meant To Be Broken.

Morgana Drake has a problem. Her boss Henrik Payne.
He is short-tempered, self-centered, in dire need of a social life, probably an undiagnosed workaholic, and practically unbearable.

Yet.

She wants to rip his clothes off. To slather him in vanilla buttercream frosting and lick it off him from toe to head, and especially in between.

How will she ever get ahead at the company if she keeps imagining her boss melting in her mouth?
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Henrik Payne has rules. Rules to live by and especially work by.

It's not until his clumsy yet curvaceous assistant tests his resolve that he begins to see life isn't all about rules.
He just hopes he can get through the day without accidentally fondling her.
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​ Book Excerpt:

I got what I needed from the résumé and turned my attention back to my phone when I heard a knock.

"Enter." I raised my voice so they could hear but kept my attention on the new application noticing another problem.

"Mr. Payne, this is Morgana Drake, she’s interviewing to be your assistant."

I lifted my arm and pointed at the chair in front of my desk for Ms. Drake to sit. After a few moments, my head rose. I wondered if my lungs had collapsed as I felt the wind being knocked out of me as I gazed upon Ms. Drake.

My mouth dried, almost disintegrated onto my desk, as I tumbled deep into the golden gulf of her eyes.

Blinking, I shook my head remembering I was at work. That the woman across from me was interviewing to be my assistant and I might end up her future boss. Admiring her pouty lips or thick red hair or, oh man, her cleavage, was the last thing I should be doing.

Henrik Payne, you’re better than that.

I was not some superficial man-whore. If anything, I’m married to this company and needed to remain faithful. As much as I contemplated how bored I was at my job, I still love this company. Also, women were not on the agenda. Especially a woman who could potentially become my assistant. It didn’t matter that her curves were accentuated by a low-cut green blouse, tight gray  blazer, and very short matching skirt.

Gum. I needed gum. That would help.

I reached over, grabbed a piece out of my desk drawer, and quickly popped it in my mouth. As much as I wanted to focus on the cinnamon bursting in flavorful waves, I kept thinking this woman had a body that would make Marilyn Monroe jealous. 

Crap. The gum wasn’t working.

Why was my body having this reaction? I had met plenty of beautiful women before, even took a few home for the night after meeting them in bars when I had a particularly stressful work week. Having experienced my fair share of attractive women, I had never wanted to introduce Captain Cock with such immediate intimacy.

Any number of things could have been causing this hiccup. Perhaps stress from the new Mimir app? Maybe having dealt with the incompetence of David’s doctors? It’s probably my mid-career crisis which caused my body to search for a release. That must have been it.
I just needed a distraction outside of work. Maybe take up tennis or lion taming.

Her résumé. That would help. Once I saw that she’s as incompetent as the other applicants, I’ll lose total interest. When I ask her about her time at The University of Chicago, she’ll probably tell me she’s related to the Dean and he had to hire her. Yup, that’s what would happen. Not even qualified at all for the job.

In fact, she might be so awful that when I ask her about her knowledge of Mimir, she will probably giggle and ask how to spell it. This was all Bechmann’s fault, I just knew it.

Despite my rational logic on the problem, my mind had other ideas. It imagined something much worse.
As I squinted at my computer screen and tried to focus on her résumé,  images of Ms. Drake reclining back in the chair across from me popped like bubbles into my head.

Sexy bubbles.

Bubbles that slowly stripped out of her clothes.

No.

I’m interviewing her, not making porn.

Perhaps I should picture her fully clothed lounging in a chair. That’s good actually. She should be at ease. This wasn’t an interrogation, it was an interview. I may have been a cold, hard-nosed jerk to my co-workers and, sometimes, to my friends, but I could be nice to someone I had never met.

I couldn’t recall the last time I was nice, but there must be someone I was pleasant towards. No, wait. There was that old woman on the El train who pointed to the only seat available on the train car. I smiled and said ‘thanks’ to her as I sat. I remember her eyes widened with surprise from my kind words.

Ms. Drake should be comfortable. Maybe undo a few buttons from her blouse while removing her restrictive bra.

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The Author Interview...Jana Aston

Welcome Jana Aston! Hello everyone and thanks for stopping by to hang out with Jana and I. While I may have asked her some deep and probing questions I promise no one was hurt in the making of this interview. Jana Aston has four books, all of which has either appeared on USA Today and/or NYT Bestseller lists.

​Check out the interview below to learn more!
As some of you who are familiar with my Author Interviews know that if the author doesn't supply a profile picture I will pick one for them. Authors L.E. Chamberlin & Harper Miller learned the hard way. I did check Jana's profile pic on Amazon and the Trust picture was there. But, you know I think this requires a vote. I chose the cat lady one. Which do picture do you think best represents Jana, the Trust pic or the Cat pic? Tell me in the comments below. EL: If you were an 80’s Rom Com, what movie would you be and why?
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JA: 16 candles!!! Because, 16 candles! Awkward clueless girl, I loved this movie & it’s very me. EL: I read all your books in the Wrong series. If Luke in Wrong got into it with Sawyer from Right, who would be right and who would be wrong? Get it? Like what I did there? Ha, ha, well I thought it was funny. But seriously, can the guys just do some jello wrestling, for me?
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JA: I think the four guys, Luke, Sawyer, Gabe & Boyd would fight pretty equally. Boyd has the FBI training though, & is a few years younger than the rest so I might put my money on Boyd.  EL: Do you have anything in the works? Maybe something that involves Play-Doh and nail clippers?

​JA: I’ve started my next project, but I’m not very far along. I’m planning on it being a stand alone title that will have nothing to do with the Wrong series. EL: If the sexiest celebrity that you have a crush on (for me it is Henry Cavill) ran up to you, his hands handcuffed behind his back and asked you to pick his nose for him, would you?
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JA: Um, wow. Do I get anything out of it other than the booger? Like if he’s gonna put out after, then sure. If all I get is the booger, then heh. EL: What do you have around you when you write? A bag of wipes? Maybe a bib? Perhaps some talcum powder?

JA: Usually coffee, endless post it notes, a cat or three, and 8 browser windows open. EL:There is a chill in the air, just that time of year. What do you do to stay warm? I find if I curl up in a box full of packing peanuts, it is quite comfortable. Though, I was accidently shipped to Georgia (the country, not the state) once. That didn’t end well.
 
JA: I actually prefer not to be hot most of the time. I keep my A/C cold and I keep my heat low. But, when I do get a chill I sit on my bathroom floor wrapped in a big blanket & blow the hair dryer on me. It’s so weird.  EL: Let’s talk underwear. Do your characters wear it and if so does it ever ride up their butts?
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JA: Um, I think they all wore underwear. For sure.
Sophie - she’d be wearing lace boy shorts. 
Everly - she’d wear thongs & they’d be totally comfortable.
Sandra - I think she’s be wearing cotton bikini’s & they’d stay in place. 
​Chloe - she’d be wearing cotton briefs, they’d ride up her butt in public & she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it, & wondering how she could pick them out without getting caught. EL: If you could be anything besides a writer, what would it be?

​JA: A cat.

EL: I knew I picked the right profile photo for you! Now you can be a cat and a writer in one picture. I should have a new career, Profile Picture Picker. Who cares what people actually look like. All that matters is how cool I can make them appear. And by the way, you look really cool as the cat woman. EL: I like books, obviously, but I also like fruit. Tell me some crazy thing you like?

JA: Wow, I am drawing a blank. Something crazy? Hmmm… I mean the hair dryer thing is kinda crazy right? EL: Last question. Do you ever look in a mirror, hold your hairbrush up and start to say, “I’d like to thank the Academy…” before going into a long speech that involves your sexy model husband and how all the haters can suck it?

JA: No, never! I have this imaginary conversation while I’m driving.  Thank you Jana Aston for being a good sport and answering my ridiculous questions. It has been a blast! ABOUT AUTHOR Jana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding customer service calls about electrical bills, and she's ever grateful for the fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana is the author of 4 books, and all of them have appeared on either the NYT or USA Today bestsellers list, some multiple times. She likes multiples. Check out my other Author Interviews:
C.C. Wood
​Debra Anastasia
Desiree A. Cox
Ella Emerson
Harper Miller
Heather Dahlgren
L.E. Chamberlin
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I Am A Writer Therefore I Am

​I can breathe again.
Phew.
That feels good.
Writing is like breathing for me and for a year I had suffocated. It wasn’t that I fell out of love with writing or decided to do something different. Due to personal reasons I was unable to take time to write.
Since I am an indie author I can take the time I need and come back to writing when I can. I never wanted to take the time off and I don’t suggest indie authors just stop writing unless there is a good reason for it. But, since I had no contract with a publisher and I am a relatively new indie author, I felt the time off was needed for various reasons. It is one of the things that makes me appreciate being an indie author.
I had always planned to come back, but when I did start writing, and eventually start publishing again, I wanted to come back strong. Feel confident in the work I produced and sold to the public.
That is when the little devil showed up. Right at the moment when I had planned everything out and had time set aside to write, the devil whispered in my ear. This is what it said, “Are you sure you can still write? Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe you can’t produce that series you have been telling everyone about.”
I began to doubt myself. Then I reread a book I wanted to republish (it is currently split in two – with a cliffhanger at the end of book 1, which I never wanted to do but the book ended up bigger than expected and I had a deadline, etc. So I made the decision to split it in two) and instead of just fixing a few scenes that I felt needed a little work, putting the two books together and then publishing it as a standalone, I let the devil whisper to me some more.
This time, I shut the devil down and decided to basically start from scratch. I replotted the book, added new chapters, new scenes, and some details that will come into play in later books in the series, and even designed a new book cover.
You know what? I haven’t heard from the devil again. I look at what I wrote and I LOVE it! Now I can’t wait to republish this again.
Not only that, but I sat and wrote whole chapters. No more doubting if this is a fluke, but knowing that writing is my breath. It helps me live.
I have already put a few books in the series One Wild Ride and The Attraction File up on Goodreads and iBooks for preorder. So, I set a deadline for these books and the one I want to republish. I think the devil is going to stay far away from me from now on.
#amwriting #breathewriting #authorsmirk #laughlovewords

Dipping My Toes in Publishing...Finally!

The last time I published anything was November 19th of last year and it was a boxed set of previously published books. It really wasn’t anything new. The last time I published new material was a year ago.
I have mentioned several times that I have put publishing on hold in order to pay off bills from the almost year long process of selling my home. I am still paying off bills, but that doesn’t mean I can’t slowly start to rev my engines.
Next year I plan to start publishing again, so I put up on Goodreads and made a preorder on iTunes for my book One Wild Ride. I was excited to do something and decided I just couldn’t wait any longer.
It’s can get hard sometimes to sit by patiently while all your author friends shout out about their cover reveals and new releases. Don’t get me wrong, I am super excited for them. It’s just I want to shout about my stuff too. That’s right I am a selfish writer like that. I like to get excited about my work.
So, on Tuesday I decided to bite the bullet and get excited. I made One Wild Ride a preorder for iTunes (because Amazon only lets you do preorder for up to 3 months, so I had to do iTunes) and put it up on Goodreads. Then I got even more excited and made a teaser image. I know the release is almost a year away, but I do have something planned before that. I plan on doing something in March of next year but that’s not necessarily a ‘new’ release.
Back to my point. I really missed talking about what is coming next for me and it felt so good to let people know. How about you? Are you an author coming out with something? If so, let me know in the comments and maybe check out my Book Barista posts. Are you a reader? Is there a book you are really looking forward to reading that hasn’t released yet?

#OnceUponNow and All That is New

​Before I get on the main topic, first things first: Do you like the new website design? I spent the last few days working on it. There is still some work to be done. I want to make the landing page a slide show, but that takes editing the code, which I am scared to do. I am trying to convince my husband to help me with that (he works in IT, but not with websites so he is hesitant).
As you may have noticed I haven’t posted about myself in a while. Sure I have done author interviews of my friends and promoted other authors’ works, but nothing about me. There is a reason for that. I haven’t had much to talk about.
Since I can’t afford to publish anything until next year, I haven’t had anything to promote. I sold my condo about 3 months and am now paying off the bills from having to pay rent and mortgage on one salary (my husbands – I’m a stay-at-home mom/romance author – my salary is usually in the negative). Planning out the bill payments I have decided I can afford to publish again in spring of next year. Fingers crossed!
But, I can still write. And write I have been doing (along with redesigning my website). In fact I just entered a contest called #OnceUponNow on Wattpad for Target & Gallery Books. It is a short story based on a fairy tale. Mine is based on Beauty and the Beast.
The voting period is June 14th, 2016 – June 21st, 2016. In order to make the Top 25 I need you to vote on Chapter 1 of my story Act Like Love. I had so much fun writing it, even if I did find out about the contest just 6 days before the due date. Since it was a short story (only 9,000 words) I believed if I worked hard enough I could do it and I did.
It’s a sweet romance, not my usual steamy but I like it. Feel free to check it out. The entire story is free. In fact all my stories on there are free, and all the stories by all the authors on Wattpad are free to read.
Thank you so much. I will try to post a little more about myself from now on.

THE Hiatus...

Hello everyone it's me, Elizabeth Lynx, the author. I know what your are thinking, where's Evaleen? Well, she's still here in my head but for right now that's where she stays. You see I made a big decision yesterday, I decided to put Payne In The Blog on hiatus for a while.

The decision wasn't easy but it was necessary for my sanity. Like most of you out there, I have a lot on my plate. I am not here to whine or try to gather your sympathy as you have your own problems, but I will tell you trying to make it as an author is not easy. Now I know why rich people write books, they have the time and can afford to hire the people (PR, marketing, editors, photographers, designers, etc.) to make it all happen. Unfortunately, I am not rich. I am more like the opposite of rich and do most of that stuff all by myself, like most indie authors.

With all that and taking care of my little boys full time it makes it hard to find time every week to write a post. Sure, I could churn out some crap character post just to get it out there, but I actually want it to be good. I want people to read it and at the end get excited for more. Like my books. I want people to read them and wonder when my next book will come out because they liked what they read.

I don't just want to write as fast as I can just to get stuff out there, I want to spend time really working on this stuff. So, to do this blog justice I am putting it on hold for a while, at least until the new year. I'm fried at this point and can only focus on one writing project at a time. Right now, I am working on a book called Soaring Below that I hope to send to a literary agent or publisher, but you can check out that for free on Wattpad. It's a work in progress so I only have a few chapters up.

I truly am sorry I can't keep this going but if feels good to admit I am human and need a break now and then. If you like the posts but haven't read the full story behind Morgana and Henrik, then the boxed set comes out in a week. I am having a limited time price of 0.99 cents for the Cake Love: All Things Payne. Get it while it's cheap!

Thank you everyone for being so loyal and your positive feedback. I know it never would have made it this far without any of you!

Love,
Elizabeth Lynx

THE Insane...

In case you are wondering, I am still in the closet at work. I should leave and get back to my tasks but for some reason my legs won’t move. Perhaps I stepped in super glue and it dried while Edgar was breathing on me.

After a few minutes I manage to walk again and make my way back to my office where I stare at my computer screen. How am I supposed to get any work done when that just happened? His words and his breath are all that’s on my mind.

Before I just wondered if he actually found me attractive or was it beer goggles that caused him to let loose that happy hour. Now, I have a million more questions for him.

Deciding I should focus on my work to distract myself form the numerous questions I have rattling around in my head. Opening my email I notice the Payne has sent me something. I print out what he needs and as I peruse it I notice it’s an offer letter.

As I breathe out in relief that I won’t have to hold anymore interviews for the man a part of me pities the woman. She seemed nice, it’s unfortunate that Payne will break her. I turn my head to see him walk in my office, his eyes searching my desk.

"I need you to give this to Ms. Drake and tell her the interview is over," Payne explains as he bends over my desk.

"Wait. You just left her in there? She doesn't even know it's over?" I am irritated and slightly surprised. Payne is awful but I have never seen him this unprofessional.

"Yes I left her. No she doesn't know it's over. Just give her the damn envelope Bechmann!" He says while pushing the paper at me and then walking out.

Grrr!

Now I have to do his dirty work. When I get to his office she is still sitting in the middle of the room. Thankfully when I explain everything to her she seems happy, for how long, I don’t know. That’s not my problem. In fact, his crap is not my problem. I had enough to deal with last year when his assistant accused him of sexual harassment.

Payne is a jerk, an asshole and a brute but he would never put his career or this company in harm’s way by sexually harassing anyone. That stupid woman just wanted his money. But, enough about Payne. If I never have to talk about him again I will be a happy HR manager.

I start to head towards Edgar’s office because apparently I just like to torture myself, but as I am about to turn the hall to his office I decide to get coffee instead. That’s it, a break in the kitchen might help me focus on work again. Just as I step into the kitchen I see Grace Quinn the receptionist so I freeze in the doorway and try to slowly back out.

“Evaleen!” Her eyes widen and a huge smile covers her face as she sets down her tea cup.

Damn.

Quinn gives all the appearance of a sweet girl, in her early twenties and has her whole life ahead of her. She has that cute little black pixie hair style that always seems to be in style and I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that men were throwing themselves at her. With all that said the woman is crazier than a rabid raccoon in heat. Thankfully it’s all directed at Payne. This is the only time I don’t mind talking about Payne at all.

She makes his life a living hell. You see, Quinn is smart, she does all her crazy stalking of him within the legal limits of the law and this company. So there is nothing anyone can do to get rid of her.

“Hello Quinn.” I force a smile and make my way to the coffee pot.

“I just love that you call everyone by their last name Evaleen. That is so cool. I wish I could be as cool as you.”

The woman is a giant suck up. She wants to be Payne’s assistant and thinks if she plays nice with me she can have anything she wants. As much as I am itching to tell her Payne has a new assistant, I let it go. Quinn is not someone I want to mess with.

“Yeah, well, it beats saying mister or miss all the time. I like everyone on the same playing field and that separates people in my eyes. Some people see it as being polite, I see it as bowing down to people.” I make my coffee as quickly as I can.

“Makes sense. What about Mr. Mimir?”

“What? What about him?” My heart races and I almost spill my coffee as I turn a little too quickly from the counter to face her.

“Mr. Jacob Mimir. He is the president of the company. Do you just say Mimir to him?” Grace cocks her head like a stupid chicken and I suddenly feel light headed. For a moment I thought she was talking about Edgar, Jacob’s brother. That somehow the crazy bitch knew what happened between us.

“Oh, uh, no I call him Mr. Mimir. Like you said, he is the president of the company. He does deserve the mister in front of his name.”

Quinn nods and I swear I see a small smirk as she dips her head to take a sip of her tea. I am not afraid of anyone, except her. There is something so unnerving about her, like she can read minds or used to work for the circus or something odd like that.

“I got to get back to work Quinn, I will see you around.” I make my way toward the exit with coffee in hand.

“Yeah, see you around Bechmann.” She giggles after she says it. I stop in the doorway and turn to look at her to shake my head.

“No. Just don’t.”

She frowns but returns to her tea and I head to my office. Along the way I pass by the elevators and notice Edgar getting on with Drake. Isn’t that great that he already noticed her. That’s wonderful! I don’t mind one bit. Not one bit that less than a half hour ago he was breathing down my neck and now he is going somewhere with the new hire.

I know what you are thinking, it should hurt but I am used to this from him. He is a big flirt and with his looks and money, who can blame him. Besides he is off limits. I know I have said this before but I think I am now saying it more for myself. If I repeat it enough times I’ll believe it. Right?

When I make it back to my desk I deflate. I slowly sip my coffee and try to get some work done but I am having trouble concentrating. Getting up I decide to get lunch. As I head down to the lobby and out the doors shrugging on my wool coat I decide to go for a walk instead.

After a few blocks and turning a few corners the smell hits me. Something delicious is in the restaurant I am passing and I finally realize how hungry I am. I glance at the menu pasted to a large window looking into the place, to see what they have to offer. That’s when I notice something red.
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As I squint I spot Drake inside with Edgar. They are laughing and as he looks at her my heart sinks. I have no appetite anymore and now the once appealing aroma has turned sour. It’s time for me to face the truth. I don’t like how Edgar looks at other women. I don’t like it because I am in love with him. Missed the previous post, then check out THE Bechmann

THE Bechmann...

Hello everyone! I am sure most of you know me by now. I am Evaleen Bechmann. For those who don’t, let me explain … no screw that, let’s go back in time to where this blog first started. That’s right I am going to make everyone relive the past eleven months. Only this time, it’s my story!

It was a chilly December day when a buxom red head strolled off the elevators and down the hall to the assistant’s desk outside Payne’s office. Being the head of HR and the only one competent enough to run an interview with the VP of Mirmir, I sat behind that desk. I looked up into those innocent hazel eyes and thought, ‘what a pity’.

Don’t get me wrong, on paper Drake was the perfect assistant for the Payne, but so were a few others who never lasted past a week. Drake seemed so eager I knew she would probably be crying by the end of the day. He does that to people, except me.

I don’t cry.

Except sad looking animals. I will bawl my eyes out if I see an animal in distress. I just can’t watch Animal Planet anymore.

Back to the point. I brought Drake in for the interview and then left. You have read what happened by now, I won’t rehash that. But, what you don’t know is what I did after I left Payne’s office.

As you might have gathered by now I am a calm, collected and very strong woman. Except with him.

Edgar Mimir.

I’ll admit something I haven’t told anyone, I have a crush on that man. I mean what woman who has any sort of sex drive, wouldn’t? He looks like a Nordic god, probably distantly related to them at least, and his voice. It’s deep and rich, like that first warm sip of coffee in the morning.
The only problem, I won’t sleep with him.

I know, I hear you. What is wrong with me that I won’t go to bed with the hottest man on Earth? First of all, we work together, so there is that. Secondly…I…uh, don’t really sleep with men.
No, I am not a lesbian, though I have thought about it a few times because men can be such assholes sometimes. I imagine being with a woman would be like a fun sleepover that never ends. Only, once she wants me to touch her privates I might just turn into a twelve year old girl and start giggling a lot. That usually squashes my lesbian plans.

I had a bad experience in college and since then I don’t really sleep with men. To be honest I don’t even know the last time I had a date. Men seem to be scared of me for some reason. I couldn’t tell you why. Edgar’s not.

He likes me. Of course he likes every woman in a five mile radius too. But I’m okay with that. Sure, it’s not like we are together or anything. I mean there was that one time after happy hour a few months ago but that was nothing. It was a mistake. He was drinking, I was drinking, and my mouth may have fallen on his neck and lips and earlobe. His lips may have fallen a lot further down on me. These things happen sometimes even to the most professional people. Which we are. Professionals.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal I am now standing in a supply closet and fiddling with the pink post-it notes. I work here after all. Perhaps I need something from here.

My heart jumps when I hear the door to the closet open. Turning I see Edgar enter quietly and just as smoothly, closes the door. He turns to me, his light grey eyes pin me in place. There is a hum in my ears and I watch as his lips twitch into that cool smile of his.

It’s the kind of grin that would cause a five car pileup at rush hour. At the very least a fender bender. I am surprised a police officer hasn’t issued him a ticket yet.

“Eveleen.” Edgar’s voice vibrates as it fills the room. Maybe that’s just my body that’s vibrating?

“Edgar.”

I clear my throat and try to put back the pink note pad but it tumbles. We both watch it fall and then bring our gaze back to each other.

“Here let me get that for you.” Edgar steps forward and bends to retrieve what my clumsy hand couldn’t hold. A faint breeze from his movement fills my nostrils and it’s all him. Sexy and potent with just a hint of smoothness.

I gasp as he rises placing the pad back on the shelf next to my arm. His hand brushes my shoulder sending a spark down my arm. I hope that’s from him and not a heart attack. I am pretty sure it’s him. Like 95% sure. I did eat a lot of doughnuts this week, though.

“Thank you Edgar.”

He is leaning toward me. Oh sweet lord, his lips just brushed my neck. Edgar is sucking in a breath right now. I mean, a deep breath, like he can’t get enough of me. How can a man’s breathing cause my nipples to feel like they are about to burst.

Thankfully, I am wearing my warm thick top under my blazer today. Yeah, thank goodness. Ugh! No. Not thank goodness. I don’t want all this clothing on. I want to be naked. Never have I wanted to be naked in an office supply closet in my life, but I do now!

“You’re welcome, Evaleen.”

He practically exhaled the words. In. My. Ear! I so want to be naked right now. Better yet, I want him to be naked right now.

Let’s all be naked!

“You know Evaleen?” He is still right by my ear, hovering like a hoverer.

“Hmm?” I can’t move or form words at this point. I am extremely hot right now and wishing I never wore my thick shirt.

“Why are you always in the supply closet waiting for me?”

Is it that obvious? Of course it is. He’s not an idiot. It is sort of ridiculous how he keeps coming in here the same exact time every day. I am surprised more women haven’t followed him in here.
Wait. Has he been here with other women?

“Perhaps it is you who are following me, Edgar? Why do you assume I am following you?”

That should stump him.

Edgar raises his head and straightens. Damn. I didn’t want him to stop melting me with his breath. I should have just admitted that I am following him. But that might have creeped him out. It’s one thing to kiss a co-worker while drunk at happy hour, it’s another thing to just happen to be in the supply closet at the same exact time every day for three weeks waiting for the co-worker.

“I don’t. I just hoped. And you are right Evaleen, I am following you.”
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Edgar smiles and then turns, walking out the door and shutting it behind him. I just stand there with very wobbly legs wondering what just happened. Missed the previous post, then check out THE Morning After

THE Morning After...

There is banging coming from somewhere but I can’t tell where. It might help if I opened my eyes. As they flicker open I shift slightly from my stomach onto my side. I feel sore, especially between my legs. That’s when the memories of the night flood my brain.

Alexander.

The images of him above me make me smile. Quickly I turn over but he isn’t there. My head turns and I hear banging coming from my bedroom door. It’s probably him. He’s always cautious he might catch me getting dressed or something, even though he has seen me naked so many times.

I giggle to myself and wonder if he ever will ever be comfortable enough with me, with us, to not knock.

“Come in.” I yell and the door swings open.

Morgana stands there looking quite disheveled but dressed in her suit. Her normally combed hair is an array of tangles. Her eyes are half opened and I hope that is drool crust on her chin.

“Where is the Advil? I can’t seem to find any.” Morgana’s voice sounds like a railway car went over her vocal cords a few times.

I stand and she holds her hand toward me as if I am the sun and shields her eyes, “Jesus, Aria, I am already nauseous. I don’t need to see you buck naked first thing in the morning. The glare alone is causing temporary blindness.” Morgana coughs a few times after finishing her speech.
“Just because you can’t handle heavenly beauty is not my problem. You took a risk coming into my bedroom first thing in the morning after I got laid. You knew the consequences.” I search the floor for something to throw on and frown as I realize I don’t see Alexander’s clothes.

I step over to my bathroom to grab my white terry cloth robe and notice it’s completely empty.
“Oh, is Alexander in there hiding. I wouldn’t mind seeing his naked ass.”

I glare at her as she smirks.

“No, he’s not. Is he out in the kitchen?”

Morgana shakes her head, “No. Did he step out to get you a romantic breakfast?” She wiggles her eyebrows but it just looks like she is having a seizure.

“What would be a romantic breakfast?”

“I don’t know, pastries or coffee cake. Most cake is basically a marriage proposal in my book. Look I got to go. Do you have anything in your bathroom, even Ibuprofen? My head is killing me.”

Walking back into my almost empty bathroom I search the cabinets and find an old bottle of aspirin with just a few rattling around. I grab it and hand it to Morgana.

After she leaves I make my way out to the kitchen expecting a note or something from Alexander but there is nothing. I’m totally confused. We just had sex for the first time last night and most of this morning, but he leaves without saying a word.

After my coffee I shower and change into a red T-shirt and gray skinny jeans. I dig around for my cell phone and find it in the purse I had last night. After I charge it up a little I see there are no messages. Alexander didn’t even leave me a text.

This isn’t like him so I decide to call but that causes my heart to plummet to my feet. I get a message that the phone number I am attempting to use is no longer in service. I check to see if it’s correct and it is. I try a few more times but just get the same message.

My palms are sweating. Something is seriously wrong. I keep pacing back and forth in my bedroom wondering what might have happened. The only thing I can think of is his mother must be involved in some way. She doesn’t want us together and perhaps she is trying to make me think he left me. But how would she know where he was or what we were doing?

Cameras! I wouldn’t put it past Alexander’s mom to have this place bugged. Maybe even my phone. I decide to head over to Alexander’s apartment but leave my phone at home.

Once I am there I try to get in with the codes that Alexander gave me but nothing seems to be working. Finally I buzz up to his place and then am let inside. After stepping off the elevator I notice the front door is open. As I walk inside a shiver runs down my back. Something feels off.

“Alexander?” I call out and hear footsteps coming down the hallway. As I look up I see Alexander’s mother standing a few feet in front of me, her arms folded with a smirk on her face. I am actually surprised she can smile at all with the amount of Botox under her skin.

“Oh Aria, it’s so nice to see you again. If you are looking for Alexander I am afraid you just missed him.”

“Where is he?” I can barely form the words as my throat dries up.

“That’s really none of your business. The only thing that matters now is that you will never see him again. You see Aria, he always does as I tell him to do. He has obligations to this family. Now he is set to make them happen.”

I can feel my face flush from her words. Shaking my head I try to remind myself she is only saying these things to hurt me.

“I don’t believe you. Even if you won’t tell me where he is, I’ll find him.” I plaster a smile on my face and fold my arms over my chest.

She laughs, “Oh Aria, you are so simple. Don’t you see I wanted him to be with you, if only briefly. You made him a man. Now that he can perform his husbandly duties I can hand him over to the Dorton’s as the perfect man for their daughter.”

WTF?

“What is this the middle ages? Husbandly duties? He’s not married. Wait, is he?”

“Not yet, but he will be. I have to say when I pointed you out to him all those years ago I never thought it would take him this long to follow through on having sex with you. I even tolerated those prostitutes he frequented in college, but really had to put a stop to that once I found out none of them actually slept with him. Then I saw you, saw how promiscuous you were and knew my boy would fall head over heels for you. He was fine with the arrangement with you as long as it went at his own pace. A little irritating but I can’t have everything now can I? I am only human.”
Are you? My head is spinning as I try to make sense of her words. I was just a set up by his mom? And he knew about it? Was everything he told me a lie?

There is something on my cheek and I swipe it away. A tear. I’m crying. I never cry over men. This is why I don’t get involved with men.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your thoughts. I have a plane to catch. Feel free to stay here if you wish Aria, for as long as you want. We plan to sell the place anyway. I am quite sure Alexander’s new wife won’t want to live in a place where his lover has been.”

His mom walks toward the door but pauses in the doorway looking around the apartment, “I think this place would have been nice if he had let me have more say in its décor. Oh well, at least Alexa have good taste.” Her eyes flicker towards me as she speaks her last line before making her way into the hallway.

I sink down. All the way to the floor. I’m melting again, but not at all like I did last night. For ten minutes I don’t move but rehash the conversation I just had over and over again in my head. Not understanding why Alexander wouldn’t tell me all this. My heart finally seizes on something his mom said just before she left: lover. She called me Alexander’s lover. Even in her mind he loved me.

If that is true then I know he doesn’t want to marry Alexa. His mother is making him do this. I stand and march out the front door determined to find him and win him back.

Hello Dear Reader,
I know you want to know if Aria will find Alexander or will they ever be together again, but you are going to have to wait. I know, I'm a jerk for making that happen but I need something to put in their book!
Next week Evaleen will takeover. That should ease the pain of waiting on hearing more about Aria, at least I hope.
Thank you everyone for remaining faithful to these crazy women. I love writing about them and hearing from you. Feel free to contact me anytime.
Thank you,
Elizabeth Lynx
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THE Attack...

***WArning! This post is 18+ Years only. Sexual Content*** So much to think about! Questions, questions, questions and then there is location to consider. Do we have sex in my bed where we are right now or in the shower or any number of places?

My heart is beating fast and it’s not from the sexual excitement of finally getting to have sex with Alexander, it’s stress. I’m his first…well, first he didn’t have to pay for. What if he hates it? Or maybe I’ll fart. Oh no, I’m feeling gassy now.

“Is something wrong?” Alexander asks while pealing the remainder of his clothes away. I stare at his penis while wrapping my arms around my stomach willing it to stop making noises. Perhaps the power of his cock will sedate the war my belly is having with the fried cheese I ate at the bar earlier. Cheese is never a good idea if a person wants sex. But, in my defense I never thought I would be having sex tonight.

“I’m not feeling well.”

Geeze, I should have just said I have a headache. Both excuses are both lame. I’m cringing knowing he’s not going to buy it. As I stare up at his pursed lips I KNOW he’s not buying what I’m telling him.

“Really? You seemed fine just a minute ago Aria. In fact, I don’t think I have ever seen you get undressed so fast as long as I have known you.”

“Which if you think about it Alexander, hasn’t really been that long. Perhaps we are rushing things. Maybe we wait a few months or years.” I try to sound casual so he doesn’t feel bad about wanting to have sex tonight.

He laughs. Loudly. For several minutes.

By the time he stops chuckling he is sitting on the edge of the bed wiping away the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard, “Oh Aria, thank you. You knew I was nervous and you are making me feel much more relaxed about all this.”

Crap.

“Yeah, just trying to relax you. But seriously, are you sure you are ready Alexander? I don’t want to rush you.” I scoot next to him swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

Alexander stares into my eyes, his smile fading as his bright eyes darken. His gaze dips to my lips and without a word he kisses me. It’s tender at first, hesitant. He’s just testing the feel of everything. His hands aren’t even touching me, still firmly placed gripping the side of the bed, like we are two teenagers and my parents aren’t home so I invited him into my bedroom for the first time. Everything feels new and awkward but also warm and sweet.

He pulls away, his eyes closed and his forehead touches mine as he whispers, “I think I have been ready for this, for loving all of you, since I first saw you. I am just now finding the courage to act on that knowledge.”

This is where I attack him. Suddenly all my stress and whatever I was worried about melted away with his words. How could I second guess being with him, all of him? He is almost too perfect for words and yet I stuttered. I halted when he kept walking.

Now I’m not. Now my lips are consuming him. My tongue searching for his, causing him to groan. Which just makes everything worse because it causes me to paw at him. My fingernails scrap over his arms, his chest as I push him back against the mattress and straddle Alexander.

I’m so wet and it becomes even more apparent as the tip of his cock brush against my slickness. He moans again but this time I control myself, knowing it will come. That fullness he will give me, the electric ecstasy I will give him, will come. Now is for tasting. Sampling everything until there’s nothing left but to gorge.

“Aria.” His voice come out more of a breath than a word and I eat it up. My hand slides down his stomach memorizing the contour of muscles until I feel the hardness of his hip. That sharp bone protruding out near his side. I cup it, knowing it’s not what I really want to grab and knowing it’s not what he wants me to fondle, but I do it anyway. I just want to feel everything about him.

If anything this is all his fault. He keeps egging me on as his firm hand tugs at my nipples and cups my breasts. He’s dangerous now because he knows the spots on my body that drive me crazy. Perhaps this was his plan all along, to learn me inside and out before making his move.

I doubt it. I can’t help but smile all the times he’s acted so innocent, almost juvenile when it came to so much in life. A man so naive in the world can’t be a secret sex ninja can he?

I pull away from our kiss, out of breath and watch his glazed eyes lost in desire. I still see that innocence that I first noticed those many months ago, but there is a confidence now. And damn if it isn’t hot.

What’s even hotter? When Alexander pulls me over so we are laying on our side and he reaches between my legs. His fingers sliding trough my folds before disappearing inside me. He just watches me as his hands starts to fuck me.

He’s good now too. None of that, ‘is this right’ or ‘how does that feel’ that he used to ask. He knows now. It doesn’t take him long before his thumb is circling and pressing into my clit causing me to arch. I am so close and he knows that too.

Alexander’s tongue darts out licking his bottom lip making me want to suck on it but I can’t move, too lost in the closeness of my climax.

Then it happens. I’m screaming his name and vibrating and my eyes shut as everything becomes bright. His touch is gone but I don’t care, my orgasm holding me tight. I can feel the bed dip and a rustling sound, so when I open my eyes I see him kneeling over me holding his cock. It’s covered and he’s ready.

Alexander looks up at me and his eyes ask permission.

“God yes Alexander. Please fuck me.” I yell, more like moan the words.

He does. His hand comes down beside my head to prop himself up while his other guides himself to me. Then it’s there, the thick tip pressing lightly against my still contracting muscles. Alexander eases in, inch by inch and he’s big.

Perhaps it’s just been a while for me but it takes me a moment to adjust once he’s inside me. His body tense as it hovers over mine and I stare at his clenched jaw. He wants to move but won’t. I reach up and lightly touch his cheek, “Please.” I breathe out the word and it sets him off.

His rhythm is disjointed at first which I think has to do with him not wanting to hurt me because every time he pushes deep inside his eyes flicker to mine in concern. Only it doesn’t hurt, it’s so good. In fact it’s fantastic. This small amount of sex is the best sex I have ever had.

There is more to it than just the physical act, it’s deeper. The pull or give or whatever this is, is greater than anything I have ever experienced. But he’s holding back because he doesn’t know. Alexander doesn’t understand that he couldn’t hurt me if he tried.

I wrap my legs tightly around him, wanting to hold on to all of him. “More. Harder.” He needed that, which I knew but that’s not why I said it. I whispered that into his ear because he needs to understand he could never break me because my heart is now seared to his.

Alexander scoots down the bed and places his feet on the floor so he can fuck me standing while I lay back. He positions me just on the edge before placing his hands into mine.

“I need to see you.” He tells me as his hands tighten their grip and his hips sway into me. He’s slow at first, taking his time and trying things out. I let him even though I want it rough now. I want to hear him grunt and turn into an animal before me.

My fingers ache to claw him again because this feeling is too much. I have to let it out. As if reading my mind he lets go of one of my hands letting me scratch at his arm. His rhythm picks up as his hand lowers and his thumb presses into my clit again.

It doesn’t take long, I’m so primed that I come after just a handful of flicks from his thumb. My head digs back into the bed but the sounds intensify. He is growing louder, breathing heavy and our bodies make that smacking noise from the sheen over our skin.

I look back up at him and he’s there. He’s about to plunge into his abyss. His eyes become distant but focused as his head gives a shake.

“I love you Alexander.”

He falls. His orgasm crumples his body so it sags over me. His arm reaches back and pulls my legs tighter around his body as he fills me. Alexander’s hot breath, rugged against my neck as he buries his head into me.

We stay like this for a few minutes. He holds me tight as his breath steadies and I lovingly stroke his neck, his hair. I can feel his heartbeat and it makes me smile to have that to myself.

The best part of the whole thing, I didn’t fart once. Well, that may not have been the best part but I am sure glad it didn’t happen.

Alexander pulls away and I watch him stand, slightly unsteady as he pulls off the condom, throwing it in the waste bin by my bed. We both crawl into the center of the bed and I tuck into his arm. He kisses the top of my head.

“Well what do you think of plan X?” I ask with a smile while turning my head to gaze up at him.
His brow knits as he stares at something in the distance, “I like it. I have no idea what I was afraid of. That wasn’t scary at all.”

I laugh as a goofy grin covers his face, “In fact I think we need to do that a lot.” Alexander adds.
“Maybe even a few more times tonight?” I ask.
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His eyes widen as his head turns to mine, “You mean we can do it more than once in one night?”
Sometimes I forget how naive he is.
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